WHAT IS SHE'S FUN?
Hi! I’m Danielle & She’s Fun is my sun-shiny corner of the internet.
Classic style, healthy(ish) recipes, beauty, real life & more for the feminine and fun.
I hope what you find here makes you smile. Perhaps help you know you’re not alone. That you found something honest or helpful or at the very least find a dang good meal to make & some inspo.
The further I get into my 20’s, the more I realize absolutely no one knows what they’re doing.
There are mega mountains and oh-hell-idk-if-I’m-going-to-get-through-this valleys, but the one thing that makes both a little sweeter is sharing them with others.
So here are my high fives & Kim K sobs, one grande Instagram caption and skinny latte at a time. Thanks for taking the time to read along.
I’m forever an open book, click here to drop me a note and connect.
What inspired SHE'S FUN?
I created this in 2017 – aka my (first) Definition 💩show year.
I gave my heart away & it got shattered.
I went home to lick my wounds with my childhood pets only to find my “Poopy Kitty” had died days before.
My most prized piece of jewelry? Lost.
New, uninsured iPhone I had used my savings on? Stolen.
Lawsuit? Check.
Car? Rear-ended twice & keyed… then completely totaled in a terrifying accident.
And the cherry on top? An untreatable skin condition.
It wasn't IF another wave was going to hit, it was WHEN. I got into the habit of saying, "It's fine, because... SHE'S FUN!" No matter what kind of crazy, sad, or unlucky was going on, I knew I was still a joyful giggle bomb somewhere deep down in my core.
Refined. Matured. Focused. Brave. She's Fun & thanks God for the best, worst year.
cont…
You ever heard that saying, “Things come in three’s?” – because they do. three years later, along came 2020.
I’m in the thick of another 💩show year. I quit my job so I could move to France for a dreamy sabbatical in Provence that I had been too scared to act on (I’m the ultimate planner and I love routine/safety so this was BE. WILDERING. that I actually finally did it). After taking the leap of all leaps, it got cancelled first because I was the most ill I’ve been in my life (no, it was not COVID although that was considered) and then a second time with the COVID pandemic shutting the world down. (Read that whole saga here).
Jobless and back in my hometown to wait out the corona virus, I was waking up in my childhood bedroom (you have no idea how startling it is to wake up with that many dolls starring at you!!!) wondering, “WHAT DID I DO?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY SPARKLY, INDEPENDENT CA LIFE!”
I was a little devastated and a lot turned upside down.
But only two days after I returned home, my beloved dog of 19 years passed away unexpectedly. I’m not being dramatic (although I often am) when I say the next month was like sleepwalking in cement. If I wasn’t asleep I was awake and either crying or in a Netflix daze.
It felt like everything I had worked to create since leaving TX after high school had been stripped away.
No job. No dream apartment by the beach. No health insurance. No France. No community with my closest friends several states over and being quarantined to my parents house. And now my childhood home, the one safe haven I could always return to for rest and healing, felt marred with the sudden loss of my pup Elvis who I have had since 2011. It was the last place I wanted to be and the only place I was allowed to be with COVID going on.
Talking to God, journaling my broken heart out, and the dear friends that showed up day after day with endless texts, FaceTimes, and surprise care packages got me through.
Those dear hearts who call and call and call knowing you’re either not going to pick up because you just can’t bring yourself to talk right now -OR- they’re just going to listen to you cry on your bedroom floor (again)… you hold onto those.
This is the darkest, most uncertain night I’ve been through. And the scary thing is, my 2020 is a cake-walk compared to so many other’s with the tragedies on tragedies that have unfolded this year.
But there is one thing I know to be true –This too shall pass. (My grandmother’s favorite saying)
The most challenging times are the most growth filled times and this will be no different. I know I am already wiser, stronger, and more resilient than if I had just galavanted around South France and Paris as planned. I’m clinging to family time, learning how to cook (albeit not in the French countryside), and practicing gratefulness for this time to reset and realign with creativity.
Take care, we’ll make it through ––
-D✨
